Everyone thinks that I'm the strong one. They think that I keep Bosco in check whenever he flies off of the handle. What everyone at the 5-5 doesn't know, what Fred doesn't know, what Bosco doesn't even know is that he is the strong one. He never lets me falter, even when all I want to do is curl up on my bed, pull up the covers, and never leave my bed. Especially now. Now that Fred has up and left, taking everything that I knew with him. He was my life, him and the kids, and now they are gone. Bosco doesn't know that, though. He thinks I am still Fred's wife, Faith Yokas. Not now, never again will I be Officer Yokas.

I need Bosco, I need him to get better, so that I can make sure that never again is he by himself, trying to take on the world when all he needs is to know that someone cares about him beyond a simple friendship. I suppose I have always loved Bosco. I trusted him with my entire life, something I never gave completely to Fred. I told Bosco things I could never tell Fred, I heard some of the stories that Bosco lived through, and I grew closer to him instantly. I think that's why everyone thinks I'm the strong one. They think because I can handle him when he's going off on a tangent, I'm the stronger one. I can handle him because I've heard where he's been, what he's endured, and I can't help but feel protective of him. If, God forbid, his mother died, he would have no one. His brother is gone, his father is useless, and his mother is critical right now. I need to be there for him. Let him know that he isn't alone. That he can depend on me, because God knows that I depend on him. I just hope that he is okay.

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"F..Faith?" Davis asked me from behind, lightly touching my shoulder.

"Yeah, Davis," I reply, my voice shaky and wavering on the verge of a breakdown.

"Proctor wants to know if you know if Bosco has any family that we can notify," David said, slowly.

"I'm all he has, Davis, just me. Why, what is going on?" I ask, my voice beginning to fill with worry.

I look at Ty, trying to search his deep brown eyes for an honest answer, trying to find a glimmer of hope in all of this sadness.

"We don't know, but if something was to happen, she needs to know, that's all. I wish it was more Faith, I really wish I knew more," Ty said while he held Monroe close to him.

"It's okay, Davis, I was just hoping someone knew something," I say to him, my eyes welling up and threatening to spill over.

"Faith, he'll be okay. He's a trooper, we all know that. If anyone can pull through this, Bosco can," Monroe added, trying to convince Faith not to think the worst, but also to her. She couldn't imagine a day at the 5-5 without Bosco's loud mouth. She had got to know him throughout her short time riding with him. Monroe didn't know half of the things that she knew Faith knew, but what she knew made her appreciate Bosco more.

"Yeah, I….I….I know," I replied, stammering and trying to find a way to get out of the awkward position she was in right now. I have never, ever worn my heart on my sleeve. I figure if I don't do that, I can never get hurt. Bosco, on the other hand, was another story. He wore a few of them proudly. But one of the ones he never wore was love. He cared about the people he worked with, but the love that Faith knew he felt for herself and for his mom ran deep. Deeper than anything else.

Why did I never let Bosco know that I loved him, too? That I do love him, even after everything that has happened. He saved me more times than I can possibly count, and I still don't give him the benefit of the doubt. If, no wait, when he wakes up, that is going to change. Everything is.